Chapter 840 Professor Trelawney’s magical divination
Professor Trelawney, who teaches divination, is a crazy witch wearing glasses as thick as the bottom of a glass wine bottle. At least in the eyes of most young wizards, this is her image.
Every day, I would be nervous, talk nonsense, and wander around the campus drunkenly. Whenever I met a classmate or professor, I would always make some messy so-called prophecies.
From what she said, it seemed that every year, little wizards would encounter terrible things and die.
I have said it a lot, but it seems that it has not been fulfilled, so no one believes it.
In fact, there are many such people in the wizarding world, who rely on talent rather than knowledge. In fields such as magic where the effects can be easily seen with the naked eye, masters and liars are mixed together.
Of course Anton would not think Professor Trelawney was a liar.
On the contrary, he has complete awe for these naturally gifted people.
Grindelwald once told him that there are countless ways to control destiny, and guiding the situation through people's hearts is only the stupidest way, and the most powerful ones belong to these prophets.
Their predictions will interfere with destiny. When one does not have enough strength, luck, and wisdom to fight, destiny will follow their predicted trajectory.
Prophecy, sometimes, is actually casting spells on the entire world unconsciously in a certain dimension.
The future cannot be seen because it is full of uncertainty. The future set in the prophecy is to lay a track for the future, and not every wizard is capable of derailing it.
Therefore, the realm of magic that is opposed to prophecy is actually curses and blessings.
Consciously controlling the direction of the future, elixirs of fortune or unicorn blood can also achieve similar effects.
Look, many things in the wizarding world cannot be clearly distinguished between disciplines. If you understand magic from different angles, you can separate different skill trees.
Anton did not find Professor Trelawney in the tower where the divination class was held.
Instead, he planned to wait another day. On his way back, he saw Professor Trelawney, who was drunk and holding a bottle of wine, under a big rock outside the Quidditch pitch.
"A mist of doom hangs over..."
As he approached, before he could say hello, he saw Professor Trelawney leaning on the stone, shaking crazily, mumbling drunken words that were almost indistinguishable.
"This person is favored by fate..."
Anton had a strange expression and slowly approached, following Professor Trelawney's eyes that seemed to be about to bulge out of their sockets, and followed her gaze to a certain corner of the Quidditch stadium stands.
There, Sirius was accompanying Harry Potter to watch Quidditch. Figures large and small were nervously staring at the figure of a certain Ravenclaw chaser in the sky. The very similar personalities were revealed.
Their temperaments are so similar that it makes people think they are a father and son.
Harry looked happy and smiled silly.
After all, Sirius, his godfather, may be the most caring and caring person he has ever met in his life.
The sensitive heart cultivated in the Dursleys allowed him to feel the love from his godfather so clearly, so sincere and passionate.
"Terrible creatures lurk in the dark depths..."
"In the children's laughter, there is an inexplicable and terrifying sneer, which is spying on everything from the depths!"
Anton blinked in amazement. Was this a prediction that little Barty was in Sirius' body?
Are prophets so awesome?
Suddenly, something stirred in his heart, and the 'Lake of the Soul' began to ripple. Listening to this prophecy, Sirius in his vision gradually blurred, while Harry Potter became increasingly clear.
"???"
"Are you talking about Harry Potter?"
Anton asked thoughtfully.
Unfortunately, there was no answer. Professor Trelawney just murmured, "He is sneering, spying on everything from the depths!"
"Looking at it, looking at it coldly, smiling, laughing crazily..."
"Hiccup~"
Professor Trelawney burped, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air. Anton quickly left her side and cast a spell to attract the breeze to disperse the surrounding smell.
After such an interruption, Anton no longer had the unique feeling of "understanding" just now.
Professor Trelawney's prophecy, which is applicable to Sirius, seems to be applicable to Harry Potter as well.
There are fragments of Voldemort's soul in Harry's body. Although he does not possess the same wisdom as Professor Quirrell, it still affects everything about Harry in many corners.
For example, when Harry was a child, he would disappear the huge glass in the zoo, allowing the annoying Dudley to have close contact with the giant python.
For example, Harry unknowingly showed his magical talent in the direction of dark magic.
For example, Harry will have some involuntary connections with other Horcruxes and sense the conditions of Voldemort's other souls.
The 'Lake of the Soul' was boiling and surging, and Harry in the stands was reflected in the lake water, turning into black lines. These were the 'existences of life' that Anton had previously collected.
What needs to be made clear is that Anton's current research on the black lines of the soul and body has only just begun.
The so-called collection of life existence is just drawing it according to the mold, nothing more.
It can be regarded as a reflection on the spiritual level, or it can be said to be a picture taken after deconstruction.
In other words, Anton cannot effectively distinguish between those black lines in Harry Potter's body, which ones are Harry's original soul and which ones are Voldemort's soul fragments.
It is not even certain whether it is fragments or not.
Maybe it's a complete soul copy, something similar to a Horcrux?
Maybe it has completely merged with Harry's soul, like conjoined twins?
"I don't understand..."
Anton sighed helplessly. The world of magic is as vast as smoke. Compared with those around him, his research seems very strong, but for the world of magic, it is just a drop in the ocean.
"Old Fu is hiding inside Harry's body and watching and laughing wildly?"
"Or are you just talking about the little Barty inside Sirius?"
This is really unclear.
"Huh? Anthony Weasley?" Professor Trelawney woke up at some point, pushed up her huge glasses frames, and looked at Anton with bulging goldfish eyes, "Thousands of people"
Don't tell Professor Dumbledore that I've been drinking again."
"You can just call me Anton." Seeing Professor Trelawney staggering to her feet and unsteady on her feet, he hurriedly stepped forward to help her.
Professor Trelawney waved her hand and said drunkenly, "No, no, I just took a small sip, it's fine."
Anton glanced at the several wine bottles on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and just smiled.
"What do you want from me?" Professor Trelawney patted her colorful skirt, carefully pulled off a leech from her dark green cloth crossbody bag, and threw it aside.
"I'm looking for a copy of "Howl's Drunkard's Secret". Mrs. Pince said it was here and asked me to find you."
Before Anton finished speaking, a pungent smell suddenly hit his face. It was a strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of unknown spices and spell-casting materials. These things were inexplicably mixed with the feeling of surging magic power.
.
A huge pair of glasses was quickly placed in front of Anton's face. In the frame, a pair of huge eyes looked Anton up and down.
"I saw a colorful aura on your body. My child, do you also have the ability of the third eye?" Professor Trelawney looked at Anton curiously and shook her head, "It doesn't look like the third eye.
It’s the future, what you’re peering into is the present, and what you’re perceiving is reality.”
After saying this, Professor Trelawney shook her big head, her thin and slender neck seemed to be broken at any time, which made Anton feel horrified.
"Reality is scarier than the future. Many people are not afraid of the future, thinking that there are too many possibilities, but they are afraid of the present, because there is no room for choice now. They can see themselves walking in a swamp full of thorns.
Dare to take any step forward."
Professor Trelawney sneered, and two huge colorful earrings hit her shoulders, shaking violently, "Then, these people will have no future."
Anton followed her towards the tower used for the divination class in the castle, "So what should we do at this time?"
Professor Trelawney paused for a while, then looked back at the stands at the Quidditch match, her drunken eyes narrowed, "Go forward bravely, let the thorns cut your body, let the swamp swallow you
Soul, and then look back when you are bruised and bruised, you will find that you have walked out without knowing it."
She raised her hand high, and her bony pale arm stretched out from the wide wizard robe, which was covered with various colorful ribbons, some with coins, shells, flowers, etc., and some even hanging
Wearing several wine bottle caps.
"This is the road to the future. Injury is everywhere and cannot be avoided. It is useless to avoid it. Move forward bravely, accept the injury, and face the injury..." He said the heroic words, but he burped again.
Anton thought for a moment and smiled slightly, "That's not easy."
"Of course." Professor Trelawney stopped and looked back at Anton, "Moving towards the future is not an easy task. Many people stay in the same place their entire lives."
"For example, you..."
As she said this, she smiled nervously, turned around and walked.
Anton pursed his lips and said nothing, but just followed behind her.
He could feel that the faint, active and colorful magic power surrounding Professor Trelawney was dissipating little by little.
Instead, there was a layer of dull darkness.
It was so dark that it seemed as if the soul was covered with dust, as if everything in the field of vision had a gray filter added to it.
Arriving at the tower, Anton watched with some concern as Professor Trelawney climbed the circular staircase unsteadily, reached the high platform, and then climbed through the narrow staircase into the trap door on the ceiling.
With this kind of anti-human architectural design, it is obvious that this place was not used as a classroom or residence before, but as a guard lookout.
"I'll look for it..."
Professor Trelawney slapped her head hard and scratched the shelf with her hands. From time to time, something fell out from the messy pile.
If it weren't for the help of Anton's floating spell, several of them that looked like they were made of glass would have been smashed.
"Aha~"
Professor Trelawney exclaimed in surprise and pulled out a dusty bottle of wine from the shelf, "I've been looking for it, and it's been avoiding me. I caught it today!"
As she spoke, she uncorked the wine bottle with some urgency.
Bo~
There was a silent sound, and the cork was pulled out. Professor Trelawney held the wine bottle in one hand and blew it to her mouth, tons, tons, tons, tons...
With Anton's stunned expression, he drank one-third of the amount in one breath.
"Oh~"
Professor Trelawney hugged the wine bottle with a satisfied look on her face, "This is my favorite treasure. It has been cast a permanent refilling spell. I can't finish the wine no matter how much I drink."
"Of course, I don't usually drink it."
Professor Trelawney looked at the wine bottle helplessly and threw it back on the shelf. "The taste is average and the taste is bad. Drinking too much will even make you stomach-churning. I seriously doubt that the inventor of this wine bottle is a nasty person."
The alcoholic alchemist.”
"It's more like a prank prop."
"Having the favorite magic of an alcoholic, it can only refill such a bad drink."
"I usually just take a few sips when I'm drunk. You know, when you're drunk, there's no difference in the quality of the drink."
She was mumbling, and her drunken eyes were randomly scanning the shelves. Suddenly she turned around and looked at Anton with some confusion, "What did you want from me just now?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Anton just grinned silently, "The Secret of Hal the Drunk, Professor."
"Oh~" Professor Trelawney suddenly realized, "Yes, you just said that I remembered it. Where did I put it?"
In the end, she really couldn't find it, so she looked at Anton with some embarrassment, "How about you exchange it?"
Anton sighed, "It would be best if we could."
"Okay, okay~" Professor Trelawney waved her hand, found a teacup from the shelf, and took out some tea leaves that looked like they were damp and moldy from a ceramic jar, stuffed them into her mouth and chewed them nonchalantly.
, and then spit it into the cup in one breath.
"I had to use a little divination."
"This trick is very useful. I often rely on it to find things so that I don't have to clean up my room."
Anton watched all this with wide eyes. To be honest, he didn't feel any surge of magic power.
"Let me take a look..."
Professor Trelawney's shaking head was aimed at the two overlapping and swaying shadows of teacups in her sight, she squinted and struggled to look inside.
"Yes!"
"The corner of the shadow is covered with dust, which symbolizes..."
Professor Trelawney waved her hand, then waved it, and finally she couldn't form any words, "It doesn't matter, I know where it is."
As she said that, she actually poured the tea leaves in the tea cup back into the ceramic jar and stuffed it into the shelf casually.
Anton frowned and looked at all this with a strange expression. If he remembered correctly, the divination class required young wizards to make tea and analyze the patterns inside...
I don’t know if this can of tea is part of the teaching aids.
He is now very glad that he did not sign up for the elective course of divination.
That's outrageous.
"I'll look for it..."
Professor Trelawney knelt on the ground, pressed her head tightly to the ground, and looked under the shelf. She reached out with one hand and pulled at it. She didn't know what she bumped into, but there was a ping-pong-ping sound from the bottom of the shelf.
sound.
There was even a mouse that ran out in fear. Seeing Anton looking at it, it quickly got under the table from another corner.
Bang!
Professor Trelawney's head hit the shelf, "Ouch~" She screamed in pain, arched her back hard, hit the shelf again, and many things fell down.
Anton quickly released the magic of 'shock reduction and speed stopping' to prevent these things from falling to pieces.
At this moment, a thick burgundy leather book fell from the top shelf, hit the ground, and was kicked in by Professor Trelawney's swinging heel.
"Wait a minute, I thought I saw it just now."
Professor Trelawney rubbed the back of her head, lay down again and fumbled around for a while, and took out the burgundy book.
"Haha, I knew it!"
"The corners of the shadow are covered with dust!"
"It's under the shelf!"
"Here, here it is!"
Books were thrust into Anton's hands.
Anton just looked at her blankly, "So, this is divination?"
"Haha, isn't it magical?" Professor Trelawney stood up excitedly, waving her hands towards Anton, "Look, look, you are surrounded by such a charming aura. My child, you have the ability to learn divination."
potential."
"If you are interested, you can come to my class!"
"I will consider it." Anton could only smile politely.
I will update at 4pm tomorrow. I drove all day today. After I came back in the evening and coded until now, I feel a little tired and I have to go to bed. I won’t be able to make it in the morning tomorrow. I will update it in the afternoon.